Laying in his arms, room filled with dusk
What if this is all there is?
Your dull metal aged with perserverence
If this was all there is, then
Contentment is better than happiness
Happiness fades with new aspirations
But you are constant and you are all there is.
To say you love someone
Is not when you think of them consistently,
But when you are proud
That they havent been in your thoughts today
You exist together even in absence.
It may not be all there is
Thought it is enough to fill my moves with reason
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